Printer hums in the open-space. Coffee aroma clings to air, mixes with my musky perfume. Rural depot office. Outside, golden wheat sways like lovers under summer sun. Ears bend, caress each other in the breeze. I feel it. Tension coils in my gut.
Dossiers stack high on my desk. Emails ping. Mouse clicks echo sharp. He’s across the floor. Young logistics guy. Fresh face, strong hands. Our eyes lock. Heat builds between reports. Heart pounds. Thighs clench. No words. Just stares. Hungry.
The Building Tension
I stand. Smooth skirt. Walk to conference room. He follows. Door shuts. Lock clicks loud. Dim light filters through blinds. Wheat whispers outside, wind picks up. Storm brewing. Like my pussy. Wet already.
He steps close. Breath hot. I press finger to his lips. Silence. Train-like rhythm of distant forklift. No talk. Raw need. His hand on my neck. Shiver rips through. Skin prickles. Like silk slipping.
Unbutton blouse slow. Nipples hard. He watches. Eyes dark. I unzip his pants. Cock springs free. Thick. Veined. Begging. Drop to knees. Marble floor cold. Gobble it whole. No tease. Deep throat. He stifles groan. Fingers grip my hair. Pulls.
Printer whirs outside. Door locked tight. Coffee scent turns heady with sweat. I suck harder. Slurp wet. Tongue swirls head. Salty pre-cum. He thrusts. Fucks my mouth. Urgent. Animal.
Stand. Bend over table. Skirt hikes up. Panties yanked aside. Pussy drips. He slams in. Raw. No condom. Bare cock stretches me. Gasp. Table creaks. Wheat bends fiercer outside. Wind howls.
The Wild Explosion
Fuck hard. Fast. Slaps echo. Skin on skin. Wet squelch. “Fuck yes,” I whisper. Dirty. Crude. “Pound my slut cunt.” He grunts. Hands dig ass. Bruise tomorrow. Good. Reminder.
Body like plowed field. Ready for seed. He rails deep. Balls slap clit. Tension snaps. Orgasm builds. Waves crash. I buck. Clench him. “Cum inside,” I hiss. He does. Hot jets flood me. Overflow. Drip down thighs.
Pull off. Kneel again. Suck clean. Taste us mixed. His cum, my juices. Swallow. Lick lips. He smiles. Boyish. Spent.
Adjust skirt. Wipe mouth. Button blouse. Hair smooth. Perfume reapplied over sex musk. Unlock door. Click. Step out.
Back to open-space. Dossiers wait. Sit. Cross legs. Cum leaks slow. Smile serene. Colleague nods. Meeting starts. Voice steady. Pro mask on. Inside, fire simmers. Wheat sways golden. Secret mine. Adrenaline buzz. Work day? Perfect.